Dragon Doujinshi Novels & Stories

she smiled at the two sat on the floor. Aurelia’s wolf trotted into the room carrying a string bag in her mouth. Despite her natural vampire form being very short in stature and petite, Aurelia’s wolf from was the polar opposite. Even on all fours, she towered over the three Dhampirs easily and her chest was almost as broad as the table though, her furs was the same fiery copper as her hair and her brilliant blue eyes were a beautifully striking contrast. She dropped the bag on the table with a huff and sat down before Seraphina and wagged her tail.

Creed I couldn’t sleep. I was too enthralled with my mate. She was sleeping peacefully, her body completely limp as the soft snores left her pouty lips. Her eyes twitched as she dreamed. My hand constantly stroking my mark, now with a healed scar and a lightly colored dragon’s head in the middle. Dragons were one of the few shifters known to leave a tattoo like head that matched that of our dragon.

Bang! The makeshift abode shook. The two trembled, their faces ashen-white. A flying old wood fizzled through the wind, soon striking a pillar of their home. The wild wind dredging the unstable piece of wood from its spot, as if to punish the ones who spoke of the taboo - dragons.

A slow smile threatened as he placed his hand tenderly against it. A kick answered him. But when he turned her gently to the side, the smile vanished. There, across her ribs, were claw marks. Deep. Angry. Healing, but not old. A dragon’s fury etched into her skin. And they weren’t the only ones. Bruises bloomed beneath the curve of her arm, another along her hip—shaped like fingers too large to be human. The dark yellowed mottling of healing strikes littered her side like a brutal mosaic of survival. And still she hadn’t said a word.

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

But I wasn't hungry for anything right now. "Penny for your thoughts?" a familiar voice asked behind me. I turned slightly, the sun nestling behind the horizon, casting an orange glow across Thane. His shirt parted along his chest, the ink of his tattoo barely visible. His tattoo moved marvelously, a simplified version of his dragon. It writhed beneath his skin and coiled against my touch. Not unlike a cat choosing its person. Like how Chunky the cat wound himself around Thane's ankles before leaving the ship.

“Go without me. The next volume of the Purple Dawn manga finally came out and it even has a handwritten signature from Hoshino Nozomi herself. I have to read it.” “I can’t believe that you’re my brother.” Ryosuke said and sighs. “Fine but you better be done by the time I come back.” Ryosuke then left while Cai Kang went inside to read. He is a complete nerd when it comes to this kind of stuff. Purple Dawn is his favorite because it has an interesting plot, romance and development. It’s not popular but it is quite an amusing read. Due to his short attention span, he finds the pictures satisfying enough to understand the story. He was taught to not like things considered feminine or unnecessar

These two blasts of air condensed into a boundless true energy that evolved into the shape of a dragon elephant. With a furious roar, the Dragonesque Elephant stomped on the ground. The strength of the dragon in the water, the strength of the elephant on the land! Rumor had it that the Dragonesque Elephant was a divine elephant that contained dragon's blood. It was the descendant of a dragon and a divine elephant. It was blessed by nature and was matchless. Furthermore, since he had cultivated the "Ninefold Dragonesque Elephant Art", the power that was generated when he waved his arms was naturally incomparably powerful.

Goodnight. I put off the phone and stared at my window. The moon wasn't out but the stars were. I picked up my sketchbook and was suprised when nothing... nothing flashed into my head. Ok,this is weird. I thought. Normally, every time I picked it up,random stuff flashed through my head. Call it gift but, trust me, it created lots of headache. The face I had sketched was there,staring at me with a smile on her face. The dream I had in my dad's room wasn't making any sense. If there was a dangerous man on the loose, why hasn't there been anything on the news?

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”